Rubic's Cube / Koala Weed

Solving the Rubic's cube, I am the newest dude
I'm shooting for the moon, rapping is what I do
My friends, they call me rude, 'cuz I be stealing food
Smoking all afternoon, got me in the right mood
I'm cruising with my car on the highway
10 grams of weed on my plate
Heaven or hell, just choose the right gate
I'm using excel, to get all of my words straight
I've got a spliff, and next to it a piece of candy, liquorish
I've had enough of sentiment, a Rollie on your wrist, but you rented it
I got to repeat it, I don't do feelings
I am a demon killing the reaper
His face all grim, you got a job, but it's on the rim
Of society, blending in
I've got Bane all stressed and shit
I'm the new villain, angels on the ceiling
After I sprayed my axe in the back of the crack-dealer
When I see wacks, I attack, leave em smashed, squaling
Like a duck, give no fucks, uppercut, they need fast healing
I don't mean to offend
But you're the one on a scale of one to ten
I'm on twelve, still growing
Like your belt, omnivoring
But I'm never gonna give you up
I be on yelp, Rick Rolling
Get rid of the 'Big boned' thing
I'm getting sick of roasting (But clearly) you (Are not)
Burning calories, what you supposed to do
Accept I apply the burns, lesson learned
You are hot when running, like a furnace
You look like all the google images on 'Earnice'
This controversial rap is gonna start a skirmish
I'm fat shaming while smiling smugly, Matt Damon
Let me turn the Paige, go from Mars to the moon, emaciating
Eating differently can be lifechanging
But who am I to judge, I'm just having fun, while hating
On myself, 'cuz I eat too much
Still, I don't really give a fuck
This topic's getting boring
Got me snoring, let me switch it up
Got no more weed, in search of a dealer
I was kinda rude, excuse my demeanor
My raps are fun, but your raps are cleaner
You all iced out, looks like you're wearing a freezer
When the lights out, you can see the beamer
I've given up, rap is sloppy like I caught a fever
This rap is random, I'm lacking fandom
So no one's gonna be offended by my fat-tantrum
Did you even understand it? Probably not, no reason to panic
I'm doing gymnastics, backflipping on this beat while laughing
Can't do a backflip, that shit was a lie
You're the G.O.A.T., but then again, so am I
On a ridiculous rise, my oh my, I'm the main, you the side
If you wanna be potatoes or fries
While I'm smoking broccoli, balling like a soccer team
I be chillin in prison, spittin wisdom, call me Socrates
You're a fool if you are mocking me
It takes me less than 16 bars to make you lyrically obsolete
You can catch me dominating the economy
I own every single street in every game of monopoly
With Sonic speed, I smoke lung-destructive weed
Now I've got chronic obstructive pulmonary disease

I'm chilling, hanging from the ceiling
I got Koala weed
I hug them to express my feelings
Man I love my trees
Rolling one up gives me energy
Bad tabacco is the enemy
Spliff after spliff, I roll them with ease
Smoking heavily
I know rapping is my destiny
I work on my craft endlessly
I'll create the greatest legacy
These trees got me feeling heavenly
You can find me vibing on these melodies
In an altered state of consciousness, ecstasy
I'm on a different level mentally
Next step, is LSD